Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
UT,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.